What really bothers me? I remember being little in Canada, like 8, 9, 10 years old. In many ways, when we moved to the US, there were things I couldn't do that just seemed normal in Canada. Felt like we had more freedom up here back then, at least from a kid's perspective. Not so, now. The opposite. Everything is controlled. It's hard to explain, but there's a reason and rationalization for everything, but you can't do anything.
Sadly, the year I was born, I fall through a weird crack in the immigration laws. My mother is a US citizen, my father Canadian. I had my green card and lived in the US for 27 years, but when I got divorced from my first wife - horrible situation - I started traveling. I guess, I was confused and hurt, and just couldn't figure a lot of things out. At one point I lost my green card while visiting Canada. I had gotten into a fight with my girlfriend at the time, and left for a bit to go to visit family. Bad things happened to her while I was gone, I flew back freaking out. Customs pulled me over, and the only way I could go see her was to give up my permanent resident status, because I didn't have my green card. So, I did. Ended up only being able to stay for 3 weeks. The goal was to come back to Canada, get my green card back, and then go back to the states. Our relationship didn't really survive the strain.
I do regret not getting my citizenship when I could. At the same time, looking back, knowing what I know now, I needed to learn the things I've learned now before I should have done that, anyway. Complicated. Still, it was a mistake.
So, I'm here. I met someone new, we've been together for 9 years. Me not being happy living in a Socialist state has really put a lot of strain on that relationship, but I'm hoping it can pull through. It's hard to move back to the States with her, too, as much as I want to. She has family here, and her grandmother, who raised her, and she loves - is getting old, got cancer, and now has alzheimers. We can't really do it.
You can, probably, imagine that hearing about illegal immigrants and what they do and get away with upsets me a lot.
we learn a lot from mistakes we make - wish i could go back and talk to my younger self... but having a family I can rely on is one of the the things thats gets me through the day. Good luck with everything - wish you all the best.
All my best efforts, and it never seems to work out for me. Tears me apart. If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. He, definitely, takes us all down different paths. I don't think I could make it through everything if I didn't believe there was some sort of reason. :D.
What really bothers me? I remember being little in Canada, like 8, 9, 10 years old. In many ways, when we moved to the US, there were things I couldn't do that just seemed normal in Canada. Felt like we had more freedom up here back then, at least from a kid's perspective. Not so, now. The opposite. Everything is controlled. It's hard to explain, but there's a reason and rationalization for everything, but you can't do anything.
if i may ask, why did you move back? and are you a dual citizen?
Sadly, the year I was born, I fall through a weird crack in the immigration laws. My mother is a US citizen, my father Canadian. I had my green card and lived in the US for 27 years, but when I got divorced from my first wife - horrible situation - I started traveling. I guess, I was confused and hurt, and just couldn't figure a lot of things out. At one point I lost my green card while visiting Canada. I had gotten into a fight with my girlfriend at the time, and left for a bit to go to visit family. Bad things happened to her while I was gone, I flew back freaking out. Customs pulled me over, and the only way I could go see her was to give up my permanent resident status, because I didn't have my green card. So, I did. Ended up only being able to stay for 3 weeks. The goal was to come back to Canada, get my green card back, and then go back to the states. Our relationship didn't really survive the strain.
I do regret not getting my citizenship when I could. At the same time, looking back, knowing what I know now, I needed to learn the things I've learned now before I should have done that, anyway. Complicated. Still, it was a mistake.
So, I'm here. I met someone new, we've been together for 9 years. Me not being happy living in a Socialist state has really put a lot of strain on that relationship, but I'm hoping it can pull through. It's hard to move back to the States with her, too, as much as I want to. She has family here, and her grandmother, who raised her, and she loves - is getting old, got cancer, and now has alzheimers. We can't really do it.
You can, probably, imagine that hearing about illegal immigrants and what they do and get away with upsets me a lot.
we learn a lot from mistakes we make - wish i could go back and talk to my younger self... but having a family I can rely on is one of the the things thats gets me through the day. Good luck with everything - wish you all the best.
All my best efforts, and it never seems to work out for me. Tears me apart. If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. He, definitely, takes us all down different paths. I don't think I could make it through everything if I didn't believe there was some sort of reason. :D.